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Hey, here she comes now |
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Oh, you know her |
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Would ya look at that hair? |
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Yeah, you know her |
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Check out those shoes |
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She looks like she stepped out |
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Of the middle of somebody's blues |
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She looks like the Sunday comics |
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She thinks she's Brenda Starr |
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Her nose job is real atomic |
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All she needs is an old knife scar |
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Ehh, she's so dull |
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Come on rip her to shreds |
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She's so dull |
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Come on rip her to shreds |
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Oh, you know her |
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'Miss Groupie Supreme' |
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Yeah you know her |
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'Vera Vogue' on parade |
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Red eye shadow |
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Green mascara |
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Yuck, she's too much |
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She looks like she don't know better |
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A case of partial extreme |
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Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater |
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Acting like a soap opera queen |
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Ehh, she's so dull |
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Come on rip her to shreds |
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She's so dull |
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Come on rip her to shreds |
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She got the nerve to tell me she's not on it |
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But her expression is too serene |
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Yeah, she looks like she washes with Comet |
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Always looking to create a scene |
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Ehh, she's so dull |
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Come on rip her to shreds |
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She's so dull |
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Come on rip her to shreds |
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She's so dull |
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Rip her to shreds |
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Oh, you know her |
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Miss. Groupie Supreme |
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Yeah, you know her |
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Vera vogue on parade |
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Yeah, you know her |
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With the fish eating grin |
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She's so dull |
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Yeah, she got the nerve to tell me |
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Huh, she's so dull |
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Yeah, there she goes now |
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She's making out with King Kong |
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She take her boat to Hong Kong |
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Well, bye, bye, sugar |
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And not a minute too soon |
